Experience II


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"I think 'at 'appened t' me once... though it wasn't a ship, it was a wagon, and it wasn't a mermaid... I think it was a nymph er somethin'... Or maybe I jes' had too much o' that Madman's Ale..." Granite mumbles half incoherantly. "I'm-a gonna go wander o'er there..." he mutters, and sways off to the other side of the boat."

*Eventually he finds his way down to the galley, and starts bringing out ale for any of the crew who are due for it. While they drink, Granite listens to their gossip, occasionally trying to draw out those that make interesitng comments, particularly about his earstwhile bardic acquaintence.*

[OOC - Listen +14, Bluff +11, Diplomacy +7]
 

Silvermoon

“I'll take your word on this then,” says the elf with a smirk.

She'll enjoy the rest of the day on deck, chatting and watching the sea, unless anything happens which would arouse her attention.
 



The crew pays little attention to the dwarf; the captain apparently disallows liqour to his crew save on shore leave. The tall Hinterlander, though, is more than glad to drink and talk with the dwarf, and offers many lurid stories of his martial exploits while listening to any tales Granite has to tell. Sadly, none of his discourse discusses bards.

Silvermoon finds that Teratius is paying her a great deal of attention, telling her stories and poems of the sea; though he's fairly subtle in his affections, she gets the feeling that he might be flirting with her.
 

Rana does the same as Granite, and keeps an eye on Silvermoon and Teratius if possible just to make sure nothing suspicious happens.
 

Silvermoon

Quite susceptible for such attention and the subtle flattery, Silvermoon enjoys the company of the bard and his fascinating tales. Being an elf, she doesn't really notice how the time flies by, while they are talking and watching the calm waters.
 

The day passes without much further event; Granite handily wins a drinking contest with the Hinterlander, apparently a mercenary by the name of Gweir. Nothing that Rana sees occur between the elf and bard is suspicious of anything beyond romantic interest. The Alphatian is absent at dinner; the cabin-boy reports that he had complained of sea-sickness earlier.
 

All are awoken, in the dead of night, by a thunderous crash. The Sea-Gallop is heaving in heavy waves, and the sounds of a terrific thunderstorm drown out the shouts of the sailors as they try to keep the vessel afloat.
 

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